Showed up to the restaurant in the middle of the rush today. After the last ticket went out, went up to Doug to say whaddap. He gives me a high five, looks me in my eyes, and says, “I got declined for the job man..” I honestly haven’t been that sad in years, my heart sunk. He had a job lined up to be a sous chef at Mandalay Bay in Vegas. Vegas man. All he did was forget to put a time his license was suspended on the application, from almost 8 years ago. Shit. “I’ve quit drinking for two years man, and that shit is still fucking me in the ass. Isn’t that great?” I had no idea what to say, as he just went on cooking the next order. It’s hard, actually seeing your best friend that sad. I’ve never seen him like that. You just know, you know? The look in their eyes. Everything went through my mind on how I could help him, but I realized there really wasn’t much. The best I could do was throw a joke out there and make him laugh, which I know helped him out a bit. It could have just been such a big break for his family. He’s the best worker I know. But I’m not the type to give some speech for him, he knows that. I told him, “Well, don’t fuck up your next application.” We both laughed. I know something good has got to be coming his way. Cheers.